I is for Idiots

Those two idiots really don't have a clue. They just continue to dance around each other.

He with his endless requests for tea. She with her shrieking like a banshee.

Insults and fighting. Verbal vollies and hurled objects.

Jealousy on both sides.

Those two idiots have no idea that they are both madly in love with each other.

I could help them out, but I rather enjoy watching the dance. It's not my place.

I only hope that they can figure it out before it's too late.

It's not my place to meddle, so I'll just sit here in my office and enjoy the show.